high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 242

Needless to say, the same eyebrows, the same face, and even the expression on the face are the same.

Looking at him, Bai Shu is like looking at a mirror, from inside to outside, from top to bottom, the two are exactly the same.

In the air, the whole body emits immeasurable light, Bai Shu, who is as majestic as a heavenly man, is silent, and the white-clothed monk who is facing him far away is also silent.

"Ignorance?"

Bai Shu spoke first, frowning slightly.

The monk was dressed in white, with a red silk thread tied around his waist, and a jade flute of excellent quality, with a calm expression on his face.

"Seeing myself becoming a vajra again, thinking about it, this scene is really bizarre."

Wuming shook his head and smiled:

"The last time I witnessed the vajra phase, it happened that people from the Taoist sect came to worship the mountain at the Vajra Temple. It seems that the Daozi at that time was a female benefactor, whose name was Jingzhen."

"The abbot wanted me to compete with her, but he stopped her for a while, and almost used the Demon Suppressing Tower to train her alive. I just got certified as Vajra, and I almost offended a holy place."

The white-clothed monk said with a smile: "That time, I was punished to chant scriptures in the Kuchan Cave in the back mountain, and I was imprisoned for half a year."

"Jingzhen?"

Bai Shu, whose body glowed brightly, was thoughtful:

"This female crown, but her common name is Jiang Mei?"

"good."

"She is already the master of Taoism. Fifteen years ago, Shi Xin died of old age, and Jiang Meizheng became a six-realm immortal."

"Human Immortal..." Wuming was surprised for a moment, and then sighed: "It seems that a long time has passed."

"The mountain cicada was sent to me by Hou Qiu, the leader of the Western Chu Kingdom. It seems to be buried in the soil around Rongqiu. If you want to find it, go to Rongqiu to search it. You should still be able to see it."

Seeing that Bai Shu's gaze stayed on the flute at his waist from time to time, Wuming smiled lightly and said:

"She likes to listen to the flute very much. I went to Hou Qiu to learn it for half a year. Although I don't have any talent in rhyme, I can play a tune more or less."

"who is she?"

"You know who she is."

"how about you?"

"Whoever you are, I am also who... But I didn't expect that the wheel of six paths would be so powerful, if I hadn't planted a lotus of nine numbers and entrusted my spiritual thoughts in the lotus."

Wuming paused:

"I'm afraid, this thread of true spirit has long been ignorant and muddy."

"Your name is Bai Shu. You were 21 years old before you died. You were a college student who was eating and waiting to die. You went out to rent a house and raised a cat at home, an orange cat. You were very fat. You failed three majors in college, and you always escaped every introduction to literature. There was never a reason."

Facing Bai Shu's gaze, the monk in white said lightly:

"I will never stand if I can sit, and I will never sit if I can lie down. I like to do handicrafts, especially good at folding paper cranes. I hate stewed chicken and rice. I don't eat celery and Zheergen."

"Having said this, it should be enough."

The monk smiled: "Do you need me to tell you about eating mud when you were a child?"

The corner of Bai Shu's mouth twitched, and he quickly waved his hand, signaling to stop here.

"Since you can talk, why didn't you come out earlier? The attribute panel, Ziwu, and this world..."

Bai Shu said, "What's going on?"

"This shred of divine thoughts entrusted in the lotus is just to make the true spirit unambiguous."

Wuming shook his head: "You remember everything, and one day, you will remember."

"Which day?"

"I can say it, but if I say it, I'm afraid I'm going to use the six-path wheel to reincarnate again."

The white-clothed monk's voice is faint:

"Everything about the past is only in your mind. There are too many and too dense. Whenever I mention a word, those things will be brought up... With King Kong's primordial spirit cultivation now, your brain will be exploded and crushed in an instant. No one can save it."

Bai Shu froze for a moment when he heard the words, and fell silent, speechless.

"A first-grade vajra appearance, since you have entered the fourth realm, the true spirit will be completely unhindered."

The white-clothed monk smiled freely:

"This ray of divine sense entrusted in the lotus is finally accomplished."

In the air, the golden lotus between Bai Shu's eyebrows suddenly dimmed, and then instantly shattered. At the same time, the figure of the monk also began to blur, turning into fly ash inch by inch.

"I've been having a question..."

At the last moment, Wuming suddenly opened his mouth.

"What's the problem?" Bai Shu asked hastily.

"I made a choice for her, and I always wanted to know." Wuming smiled slowly: "Hundreds of years later, if I look back, will I regret it?"

After saying that, his figure completely disintegrated into ashes.

There was no sound in the air.

Bai Shu stood silently in his mind for a long time, then he suddenly stepped out and disappeared.

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Outside the burning dead city, after Stormpike briefly appeared, piercing through the void.

In the dead city, there is no sound of the slightest sound.

The man in the feather robe had a suspicious expression on his face. He quietly glanced at An Junchen, who was leaning lazily on Cailuanfa, he hesitated to speak.

He and his vigilant companions were very clear about the horror of the bad chapter.

Even if the lock is locked by the magic circle, and the sins are washed away with Zen light every day, but every night when the night is dark and the wind is high, there will still be all kinds of eerie and strange whispers in the dead city.

It was like a crazy laugh under madness, and it was like a low murmur under deep water, interspersed with the sound of rotting sea water churning.

Laughing, cursing, crying, wailing...

A few monks who were not able to get home with the mysterious method were hooked into the dead city by such a voice, and never came out again.

After such a long time, there was still no movement or movement. Even though the man in the feather robe had a big heart, he couldn't help but panic at this moment.

If that person died, he might lose his head and be buried with him.

When the robed man gritted his teeth, he was about to speak boldly to An Junchen on the colorful luan.

Suddenly.

A great light that covered thousands of mountains and rivers and went straight into the clouds suddenly rose from the dead city.

The handsome young man leaped to the top of Qingming stepping on the dense smoke like clouds and mist, and immeasurable brilliant light shot out from his whole body, solemn and innocent, vast and ethereal.

"This..." The feather-robed man was stunned for a moment, and even his companions were all dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

An Junchen, who bowed and stood in front of Cailuan, also had an unconcealable look of surprise on his face.

"King Kong!"

he murmured.

In the extreme sky, Baishu, who was stepping on the smoke and clouds, sang loudly, resounding all over the field.

The song said:

"When one thought is empty, ten thousand realms are empty, and all barriers are suddenly cleared.

There is no trace of east, west, north, south, only this xuanxuan is authentic. "

After singing, when Baishu flicked his big sleeves, there were seventy-seven forty-nine streams of pure qi coming out from the sleeves,

As soon as the Qing Qi relaxes in the extreme sky, it quickly transforms into the shape of Bai Shu, with the same appearance.

The 49 bodies of Atractylodes macrocephala emit immeasurable brilliance, the breath is harmonious, calm and consistent, illuminating the entire polar sky brightly.

"Dark demons, human demons...if you see them, you can shoot as much as you want."

Bai Shu looked at the 49 avatars, and said lightly:

"Go and kill!"

(End of this chapter)